"Koschevoï, it is high time for the Zaporoghians to take the air in the field."
"There is nowhere to take it," answered the Koschevoï, taking his pipe out of his mouth, and spitting-on one side.
"How so? Nowhere? There are the Turks; there are the Tartars!"
"We cannot go either against Turks or against Tartars," answered the Koschevoï, coolly resuming his pipe.
"And why not?"
"So it is; we have promised peace to the Sultan."
"But is he not an unbeliever? Well, do not the Scriptures order us to combat all unbelievers?"
"We have no right to do it; had we not sworn by our faith, well, maybe we might have done it; but now, no, we cannot."
"Why can we not? Why dost thou say we have no right? Here have I two sons, both of them young men. Neither the one nor the other have ever seen war, and thou sayest, 'we have no right;' and thou sayest, 'the Zaporoghians cannot go to war.'"
"So it must be."